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[motorlv]

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[motorlv]

thinking abt updating one of the fics b4 midterms…

[motorlv]

yo con mi té pq me estoy enfermando…

[motorlv]

Una tormenta provocaste

warnings: usual swearing, high school AU

GENDER NEUTRAL!reader NOT proofread

a/n: PART 1; long overdue part 2 BUT no reader appearance—more quincefrnk bestie centered; part 3 otw?

“ow-”

“shut the fuck up.”

quince threw at frank when he jolted from the sudden cold of the frozen pack of vegetables. the owner of the bodega is a very sweet, middle-aged hispanic woman, she was at the teens’ side when frank rocked his shit.

"¿cómo te sientes, muchacho?" the woman asked as she examined frank's welt, "sí te distes un buen putazo, eh."

quince snorted, frank looked lost when he asked, “what’d she say?”

“don’t worry about it.” quince only laughed harder, earning squinted eyes from frank. “okay, okay. here, man.” he stood with his hand out for frank to grab.

in broken english, the woman was genuinely concerned as she asked what made frank so blindsided. quince spoke to her in fluent spanish, trying his best to make frank less embarrassed than he already was.

“necesitamos llegar a casa de mi ‘ama. la mamá de mi amigo también está ahí esperándonos. y pues no es la primera vez que nos dan bronca.” quince was able to bring this together, just good enough to have the kind woman nod in understanding.

“ah, bueno. tengan cuidado,” she looked at frank, “un día se puede abrir la cabeza con tanta fuerza así.”

frank looked back at quince who translated for em, “she’s telling you to be careful, man.”

“oh, uh, gracias…?” frank stumbling with his pronounciation. “what’s her name?” he whispered.

“her name’s doña liz.”

“doña liz, thank you,” he took the frozen pack off his welt, “do you—¿te regreso?”

doña liz softly shook her head, “don’t worry, eh.. tengo varios porque pasa los accidentes. llévatelo, mijo.”

a few minutes later.

they were walking for about ten minutes, frank noticed people eye him. “how bad does it look?”

“like you went O to one with a wall.” quincey snorts. frank shoves him, “jesus, that fuckin bad?”

“you’ll be fine. it ain’t your first time, right?”

“running into a pole, yes. welt, no.”

time skip

they were walking up the neighborhood to quince’s place, frank was still feeling his welt and grumbling.

“so…” quince started as he ate a couple m&ms.

“what?”

“you met quite the person back there.”

“oh, uh yeah. i guess…”

quince snorted, “you guess?”

frank groaned, “i don’t know man! you ever get that feeling you just—i dunno, wanna get to know someone?”

“well, yeah.”

“and get this feeling in your stomach, it gets so bad that it makes you nauseous as hell?”

“that’s quite the description. but, i understand.”

“ugh, damn. they just had to be from all across town.”

“motivation for you to finally get your license.” frank pushes quince to the bushes, or at least tried to. “it’s long overdue, no?”

frank shakes his head, “y’know why i don’t want to get it yet.”

quince sighs, “you’d prefer to spend an hour’s walk, or even a bus, over a twenty minute drive.”

“is that so bad?”

“hm. no, but it’s not ideal since we’ll be graduating sooner than it looks. probably goin to college, start new jobs—whole nine yards.”

frank laughs, “that’s if things don’t change.”

“you want em to?”

“yeah.”

they were walking up quince’s driveway to the side gate of the backyard. quincey looked through the window, “our moms’ not here, thought they’d be.” frank was elsewhere mentally, quince noticed of course. “they seemed really nice, man. i like them. especially for you, if that helps.”

frank facepalmed, “should’ve asked for their number,” and winced while quince snorted, “fuck.”

quince unlocks the door and opens it, “for what it’s worth, you’ll see em again.”

frank wonders how he scored such a half glass full of a friend.

it was thursday and there was no school the next day, so frank slept over.

dreaming of you, of running out of the preparatory and going to see you. hell, maybe even catch you at the high school football game (he’s never even been to one). or to just catch you on the street.

thing is, he couldn’t fall asleep easily. that song at the bodega playing on a loop in his head, not understanding a single word of it. yet, he felt all fuzzy.

five minutes later, it was if the universe heard frank. quince asks,

“you wanna go to the football game?”

frank tried to draw out his answer so he wouldn’t embarrass himself, “why?”

quince sighed, “maybe we can catch the last game so that we can get used to em for senior year?”

frank snorted, “yeah, right. as if i want to support the biggest assholes of all pencey prep.”

“well, it’s not that. besides, most of em will be gone by next year. or, your friend may be there, who knows?”

frank didn’t answer, which made quince chuckle. “you’re so fuckin obvious, dude.”

“shut the fuck up,” frank kicked quince’s shin, earning a hearty laugh from quince. quincey’s older sister in the background:

¡pinche quinci, mañana trabajo!

[nanaslutt]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

[merakidoll]

and please block me if you disagree!

[motorlv]

mi penitencia

warnings:meet cute, high school/senior year au, use of y/n, use of “pretty”

GENDER NEUTRAL!reader not proofread

a/n: characters are 18YOs. circa early 2000s. inspired by a movie&music. part 2 idk…

it was a saturday and a nice day outside. okay—maybe a bit too warm for spring, but still nice.

despite that, you and your friends were at a shopping center. think, an outdoor plaza right on the pier. you guys were checking out the little stores, from boutiques to decorative shops. your favorite being this little turkish furnish shop with these jaw dropping colorful lamps!

another favorite of yours is, of course, this record store across from that shop.

this record store was quite chill with everyone to the point where they allow customers to get a couple listens in from the media.

as of now, you were checking out a cd from an artist you began to like.

two songs in, one of your friends incessantly tapped your shoulder.

“what?” you were about to scold em til they tilted their head toward the big window facing the walkway of the pier.

“this guy’s been lookin at you,” jesse excitedly says.

“really?”

“uh, yes! he’s been at it for like five minutes.”

you fully turn towards the window, catching the guy’s eye and making him quickly look away. “aw, man. why’d you look?”

“dunno, wanted to believe you.”

“and?”

“and?” you were trying to put the cd back in its case.

“go talk to him!”

you chuckle, “why? what if he wasn’t really looking?” your hands tremble. what’s there to look at?

“y/n, you are one stubborn being. just—oh, shit! he’s here!”

you were quick to fully turn to jesse, your ears going red at the mere thought of a guy having any sort of interest in you. your sudden turn caught your other friends’ attention, having them stand by and getting a quick catch up.

jesse kept motioning behind you, you kept shaking your head.

“jess, stop.”

“just say hi! what’s so bad about that?”

“look at me!” you motion to your black baggy pants and dark green, long sleeved shirt. “i look homeless.”

“since when do you care?? you always dress like that. BUT you’re good looking, dude!”

“nuh uh. it’s different.”

“dude, just talk to him! he looks real chill.”

you feel kinda nauseous thanks to that heavy fuckin feeling in your stomach.

“the worst that can happen is him flat out ignoring you. y/n, you’ll be okay.”

still, you shook your head. jesse sighed and swiftly made you do a 180 and the first thing in your proximity is THE guy:

with the doe-est of eyes you’ve ever seen looking at the cd shelves as nonchalantly as he possibly could, his friends were scattered around the store. you assumed you were hallucinating about the top of his ears turning pink.

jesse whispered to you, “love you. now—,” they nudged you forward.

the guy turned to you and smiled nervously, but damn, that smile had you. had you by the hair, limbs, everything.

“you like converge?” he motioned to the cd you still had in your hand. “halo in a haystack’s a nice listen.”

“oh, uh, yeah. i think converge is neat.”

“you should definitely give this one a try,” he pulled out a cd from the shelf about to hand it to you.

“petitioning the empty sky?”

he looked at you with surprise. “oh, shit, you know it!” he seemed excited, which made you smile in both relief and genuine contentment.

“yeah, my favorites are anithesis and shingles from that album.”

“shit-uh, sorry, i mean, that’s really cool,” frank trailed off with a silence following it for a second. you two stand there, frank suddenly perks up. “oh, i’m frank—by the way..”

you smile endeared at frank’s awkward charm. “i’m y/n.” You weren’t sure if a handshake would be good, so you awkwardly offer your hand.

to your surprise, he accepted it and his grip lingered. “you have a real nice name, y/n.” frank blushed and smiled at you.

“hey, frank!” one of his buddies called him, “let’s go check out that funnel cake spot.”

“uh, yeah. i’ll be right there!”

frank turned back to you and just realized he was still holding your hand, quickly letting go and apologizing for the abruptness. you chuckled a little cuz you found him silly yet endearing. “is it okay to ask for your number?”

“oh,” you were pretty surprised that this real cute guy just asked for your number so soon! “yeah.” you write on this random receipt you kept in your tiny wallet and handing it to him.

frank looked at the scribble and smiled yet again, “thank you, y/n. it’s really nice to meet you.”

“yeah, you too.”

you thought for a second on what else to say but frank’s friends were already dragging him out the shop.

when they were gone, jesse and your friends come back into the shop. jesse had a shit eating grin on their face, “so?”

you roll your eyes and flip her off, “i don’t even know if he’ll call.” jesse happily flipped.

three days later, 4:36PM on a thursday...

the telephone in your bedroom rang—well, all the telephones did. you reluctantly answered, assuming it was yet another telemarketer.

“hello?”

“y/n?”

that had you sit the hell up.

“frank?”

“how are you?”

on the other end, frank was with a friend at a pay phone downtown. he was smiling into the receiver.

you smile so hard you can’t stop. “i’m doing okay, hope you’re doing well. i wasn’t really sure if you were gonna call, actually.”

“yeah, about that i got caught up with school. sorry for not reaching out sooner.”

you shake your head, “don’t worry about it. i’m pretty swamped with school stuff, too. but…” you thought about what you’d say next, “i’m happy you called.”

“well, it’s rude to keep a pretty person waiting.” you hear his friend tease him, which made em laugh. “but, really, i mean it.”

you were gonna sleep so good tonight.

[akmongs]

i’m cracking the fuck up imagining frank frantically editing his wedding anniversary post once he Realized

[9irlfront]

i just think we should all get mexican idk imagine frank getting the rosca baby and fucking swallowing that shit because he REFUSES to cook anything in fear that your family will make fun of him for the rest of time

whole time your mom watched him when his eyes widened in fear, and prepared herself for how much she would end up having to coax him to own up to it and cook with her

he makes little bows on the hojas of the tamales he made so that you know to pick those up!!!!! he fucked them up and theyre tiny but soooo full of love!!!!

[motorlv]

so sad…. ihateyallwhowonbruno

[motorlv]

Una tormenta provocaste

warnings/tags: meet cute (?), high school au, mentions of bullying, inok frnk, one use of y/n and one of the word “gorgeous”

GENDER NEUTRAL reader! not proofread.

a/n: yes, cringe and loser frnk (endearingly). i listened to this telenovela theme song again for the first time in years and got inspired. lowk lost myself writing this, i will probably write a part 2 depending on how this is received. let me know!

it was another dull day for frank who’s a junior at this very preppy catholic school he’s been attending since forever.

the only “non-dull” part of his days there, aside from being shoved to the floor, inside lockers, and onto pile of bird shit, was the school’s music room. he’d sneak there during his study hall hour, which was surprising at first because the class to teacher ratio wasn’t big like public school. not that he really knows much.

another thing he enjoyed was running out of the school gates after school with his friend quincey. yes, run because for some reason the school security were to make sure you were picked up by your parents or guardians. something about keeping their students “holy” and “away from temptation," whatever that means. the fact that they even chase you down often made frank and quincey laugh.

that is what lead them here in a new bodega a good mile away from the school.

“how much ya got, frank?” quincey asked as he browsed the shelves of candy and chips like a man on a mission while holding a heckload of stuff already. it was rare they had enough money to spoil and give themselves potential cavities.

frank quickly tucked three bags under his chin, trying to pull out his wallet. “hold up, man.” frank was trying to not look suspicious so he walked a little while counting his money as best as he could.

suddenly, he collided with a person. hard enough somehow that said person hit a shelf and let out a surprised oof.

“oh, shit! watch where you’re—” frank looked up at you, but was quick to eat his words.

“dude, you were the one not looking.” you retort quickly, rubbing your sternum where his shoulder collided with. “jesus. for someone as short as you, you pack a fuckin force.” usually, you don’t swear at people you’re not familiar with but the damn collision caught you off guard.

frank was still looking at you, only with his mouth slowly gaping. fuck, they’re gorgeous, he thought. he noticed you were wearing casual clothes but had a backpack on one shoulder.

you kind stood there with growing concern cuz he hasn’t said shit.

“you good, man?”

frank snapped out of it. “uh, yeah. sorry for running into you.” he kinda stumbled over his own words, which made you chuckle a little.

“don’t worry ‘bout it. you kinda had me worried there.”

fuck, that was embarrassing, “well, it’s not often i,uh, run into people,”

“maybe it shouldn't be,” you laugh a little. this guy’s kinda cute but real silly. you look at his uniform, or what was hanging onto him. he wore familiar slacks, a while button up open a few buttons by the collar. “you go to st. pencey?”

again, it looked like frank snapped back to reality. “yeah, i’m a junior there.” he got clammy but you didn’t notice. you just looked at his face while he scurried around his brain to keep the conversation from going downhill. “uh, you go to revere?”

“nah, phoenix.”

“that’s far from here…?” no shit, almost five miles from here, you thought. “what brings you all this way?”

“are you this air headed or is it an act?” you eyed him unabashedly this time. “people can travel, you know that right? thought catholic kids are the smart ones.”

oh, yeah, that got frank hooked.

“okay, damn. you wound me.” he played it off. you scoffed at his chance at pivoting away from his flustered state.

“honest answer?” frank gave you a sure shoot look. “i like staying out the house as long as i can.”

i like that too (who doesn’t?).

frank was about to say something but quincey popped up. “dude, what’s holdin you up? thought you didn’t have enough, so i paid—” he noticed frank was burning holes into you, “oh.”

you looked up, smiling easy. “sorry for holding your friend up, man.”

“name’s quincey.” quincey shook your hand, “see you’ve met frank.”

your brows raised, “guess i have, nice to meet you guys.” frank’s name actually suits him. “i’m y/n, i go to phoenix high.” you didn’t notice quincey elbow frank.

nice name for a nice face, frank face palmed internally.

you looked down at your watch for a split second, noticing it was half an hour til 6pm and you weren’t too familiar with the bus routes here. your parents give you shit every time you don’t haul ass in time. ugh.

“hey, it was nice meeting you two. but gotta bounce, you know, parents.”

frank visibly deflated. “oh, right-yeah. see you around—?” you were already booking for the bus stop three blocks down.

“yeah, yeah! take care, frank, quince!” you shouted over your shoulder, getting a few looks.

for a moment, the two friends stood in the middle of the bodega with a catchy spanish song on the speakers.

frank was given a playful push, “the hell was that, frank?”

“i, i don’t know. i just ran into em, literally, and—”

quincey snorted, “jeez, you’re like a deer in headlights.”

“shut up, man,” frank was quick to retort, “i was normal as hell, don’t know what the fuck you’re saying.”

“sure, sure. if there was an award for the most painfully obvious, you’d be nominee number fuckin one.” frank pushed a laughing quincey back, taking the bag of goodies and bolting.

not that he got anywhere, frank ran into a pole.

[motorlv]

did ppl genuinely like this …..

i’ve had the next part in my drafts for a long time and it is still a WIP ….. should i just post the wip even tho it’s not necessarily frank x reader at the moment 🤔 sigh

[cryobabiess]

Can you draw more Frank and gee 🖤❤️

Here damn

[imissusofar]

gnawing on him like a chew toy

[gummygore]

Ok hear me out….. getting ur nipples pierced and Frankie is the piercer and gets a lil excited 🤭

"So what are we getting today?" Frank says, pulling latex gloves over his fingers and snapping them into place.

"Nipples, Sir." You say, looking over at him. He smiles and nods, looking up at you finally.

"Shirt off, bra too." He says, and you nod, tugging your shirt off nervously and lying back - you came without a bra.

He gets one glance at your tits, and he almost audibly groans, licking his lips. They were perfect, and he knew it was unprofessional, but he couldn't help it.

"Okay, um," he says, a tent growing in his pants. He turns, adjusting himself awkwardly before he turns back to you. He gets his needles and jewelry ready, fighting the urge to lean down and pull your blushing buds between his lips. He glances at your gorgeous face, flashing a smile. "Go ahead and take a deep breath for me."

He leans down, needle in his hand, eye trained on your nipple like a military sniper.

"Alright, now breathe out."

As you breathe out, he shoves the needle through, and you wince, letting out a soft moan. He bites his lip, coming around to the other side of the table and clearing his throat as his hand cups your soft breast.

"Deep breath in, and out." He says, piercing the other, letting you groan out the pain - and enjoying every second of your moans.

He puts in the jewelry quickly, cleaning them and holding a mirror up to you.

"Good?" He asks, clearing his throat again, awkwardly shifting as his boner grows.

"Perfect!" You say with a grin, looking over at him - and discreetly noticing the bulge in his pants. If the door wasn't taken off of the hinges, you'd do something about it, but decided against it.

"Amazing." He says, stepping back, taking his gloves off and tossing them into the trash. "Glad you like em. Be careful with rubbing them against fabric, they may get caught. No bras for a while..." he says, eyeing you for a second.

"I'll have no problem with that," you chuckled, and he smiled knowingly.

"I figured. Make sure you clean them daily." He says, handing you a pamphlet. You stand, grabbing your wallet and slipping a 20 into his tip jar - he was hot. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down, and you said a quick goodbye, walking out.

When you glanced down at the pamphlet, you saw his number scribbled in blue sharpie on the back.

[this-is-where-i-hide-my-bullshit]

For Christmas I want to see Frank shirtless from many different angles in high definition

[naiuswrld]

[rosesanddocs]

I hope you all get laid soon, for your own mental health

[motorlv]

not bandom/mcr related, but i’ve been crying over my female ocs….their main story is so sad.